Hit the deck like an atom bomb,
like a shot in the dark when the lights are on,
hits me harder every day,
retrofit my corpse away.
Cut out my weaker parts,
the future doesn't need a heart,
as long as I've got dreams to share,
my rot has got to go somewhere.
My design, my hollow soul,
internal clock for self-control,
flash my mind with darker sparks,
my bones can sit inside the box.
Wave goodbye to easy days,
the sun is bright but skies are grey,
in neon I profess my love,
and all the sins I'm guilty of.
talk to me satellite,
binary in laser light,
some people never talk again,
some people think we play the game,
technocratic, automatic,
this compulsions symptomatic.
Tick tock internal clock,
synced to the rhythm of a body shock.
Inside a fantasy,
a better you, a better me,
repair your own philosophy,
we're finally free.
No death and no disease,
cut out these lungs to let me breathe,
biological fantasy,
I'm still human, now I'm me.
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